The seven emails shall be opened by the intern
Only he with his hot white flesh
Fresh from first loans
Can break the mails

And at the opening of the first mail
The tears began
Upon the flushed 
Youth of his cheek

At the breaking of the second mail
Rage
Brewed in a broken head
Aged too soon

The third mail
Confused
And compounded
The full terror of what life will bring

Four
And
The
Shakes

Five red eyes hallucinating
The guilts begin their march
Across continents
Of the soul

Six cuts
Breath faster than beats
Lock the door
Dig the trenches for the eagle is overhead

Ten thousand workers in London
Ten thousand in Berlin
Ten thousand in Paris
Twenty thousand in Los Angeles
Twenty thousand in New York
Thirty thousand in San Francisco
Boxes in hands

The seventh mail
Sat unopened in the box
Blurred networks
And the seven angels were knocking
And the seven trumpets were beginning
At the first trumpet I fell to the floor sobbing
At the second bloodshot eyes turned the screens red
At the third a star outside the window
That the riots are upon us
Negroni!
The fourth trumpet said look West
At the F-35 stealth fighter coming out of the Sun
Woe! Woe! Woe! rang the sirens
We are recommending that all citizens stay inside for the 
Last three trumpets